In all this tangling of limbs, we ended up on the floor in a bundle, laughing our fool heads off and happy as could be.
As I lay there with my men, I thought to myself that bringing Danny home had been the best thing that had happened to us in a long time, especially me. I had a cowboy of my very own, now, who was more than willing to spread his love around to all of us. He was definitely a cowboy for keeps.
THE ENDA-dork-able
Every New Year’s Day, I make the resolution to be less of a dork. You’d think after ten years of this, I’d have succeeded, and maybe—just maybe—some guy would look my way and see me as dating material instead of the occasional tryst. But each attempt to transform myself into some suave man-about-town just made things worse, not better.